Honeymoon In Hell
This is a story 'bout a guy that I know
Who had a lot of dough
Was pretty good looking
He and his babe went ahead and got married
And topping it off, they had a little one on the way
What happened when the baby was born?
It had a lot of fur
And horns like Satan
Mommy and daddy didn't take to kindly
By dropping it off at the truck stop diner
Ooooo
And no one loved him
(No they didn't)
He was hideous
And he hid in the shadows
Married to the world's softest music
The words are bodies
The tones are bones
Buried on a hill, some folks say
The words are bodies
The words are graves
Back at the gas station
Our little devil man was hitching a ride
To Alabama
He and his babe had a honeymoon in Vegas
But lost it all on a slot machine and a
Bitch of a queen who was catchin' his eye
So he rolled back home to the hotel room,
Scrubbed himself from a bar in the shower
And showed the world how to get really, really, really
Clean. Ooh.
Scrub-ubp Scrub-ubp
Scrub-uh-di-be-do
Married to the world's softest music
The words are bodies
The tones are bones
Buried on a hill, some folks say
The words are bodies
The words are graves
Who had a lot of dough
Was pretty good looking
He and his babe went ahead and got married
And topping it off, they had a little one on the way
What happened when the baby was born?
It had a lot of fur
And horns like Satan
Mommy and daddy didn't take to kindly
By dropping it off at the truck stop diner
Ooooo
And no one loved him
(No they didn't)
He was hideous
And he hid in the shadows
Married to the world's softest music
The words are bodies
The tones are bones
Buried on a hill, some folks say
The words are bodies
The words are graves
Back at the gas station
Our little devil man was hitching a ride
To Alabama
He and his babe had a honeymoon in Vegas
But lost it all on a slot machine and a
Bitch of a queen who was catchin' his eye
So he rolled back home to the hotel room,
Scrubbed himself from a bar in the shower
And showed the world how to get really, really, really
Clean. Ooh.
Scrub-ubp Scrub-ubp
Scrub-uh-di-be-do
Married to the world's softest music
The words are bodies
The tones are bones
Buried on a hill, some folks say
The words are bodies
The words are graves
Credits
Writer(s): Evan Follmar
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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